Marriage.
It isn’t for everyone.
Clooney. Nuns. The Dalai Lama.
Honeymoons, though. Those sound fun. If only you could somehow separate the magical-journey-into-the-wild-Kama-Sutric-unknown parts from the... y’know, the marriage-y parts.
Oh, right, there’s this place:
Introducing Kurà Design Villas, six glass-enclosed habitats of borderline-silly romanticity that just popped up on a cliff in Costa Rica, now open and taking reservations.
Okay, technically reservations here don’t require a marriage license. But as each villa boasts a maximum occupancy of two, you’ll want to bring only your most special someone. And if that someone happens to be your stewardess from the flight down, so be it.
Also: that someone should probably be okay with heights—you’ll pass plenty of “WARNING: Dangerous Road” signs on the 4x4 ride up the mountain. It also wouldn’t hurt if they appreciated balsa-wood masks carved by local tribespeople, because... they’re everywhere here.
Oh, right, there’s romantic stuff. Fifteen-foot bamboo ceilings. His-and-hers rain showers (with a lenient open-door policy, we assume). Not to mention a king-size bed facing floor-to-ceiling windows that open to views resembling a highlight reel from Planet Earth’s “Jungles” episode (minus the David Attenborough).
So grab whatsername and step onto the terrace. There’s a hammock with your names on it. Pick up your binoculars. Look at that hill: there’s your saltwater infinity pool, blasting house music through its underwater sound system.
Now show your beloved the mermaid rave of her dreams.
It isn’t for everyone.
Clooney. Nuns. The Dalai Lama.
Honeymoons, though. Those sound fun. If only you could somehow separate the magical-journey-into-the-wild-Kama-Sutric-unknown parts from the... y’know, the marriage-y parts.
Oh, right, there’s this place:
Introducing Kurà Design Villas, six glass-enclosed habitats of borderline-silly romanticity that just popped up on a cliff in Costa Rica, now open and taking reservations.
Okay, technically reservations here don’t require a marriage license. But as each villa boasts a maximum occupancy of two, you’ll want to bring only your most special someone. And if that someone happens to be your stewardess from the flight down, so be it.
Also: that someone should probably be okay with heights—you’ll pass plenty of “WARNING: Dangerous Road” signs on the 4x4 ride up the mountain. It also wouldn’t hurt if they appreciated balsa-wood masks carved by local tribespeople, because... they’re everywhere here.
Oh, right, there’s romantic stuff. Fifteen-foot bamboo ceilings. His-and-hers rain showers (with a lenient open-door policy, we assume). Not to mention a king-size bed facing floor-to-ceiling windows that open to views resembling a highlight reel from Planet Earth’s “Jungles” episode (minus the David Attenborough).
So grab whatsername and step onto the terrace. There’s a hammock with your names on it. Pick up your binoculars. Look at that hill: there’s your saltwater infinity pool, blasting house music through its underwater sound system.
Now show your beloved the mermaid rave of her dreams.
